Fake -a poem-

I HAZ NO CLUE AT ALL.
I keep finding emo poetry lurking 'bout in mah notebooks. I write it late at night and find it in the morning like "WTF is this?!"

I think it's about how there are some people (like a reclusive model or something) who look like a doll, but act like one too; always being lifeless and silent. How we appreciate the beautiful things, but when it comes down to it we need lively people and affection in our lives.
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ON ANOTHER NOTE-
This is my 361st deviation
My art has made a full circle